IIIAnd if we are to meet againin our late years of fruit bearing treesYou and I are to knowit was our grain too young to reapunder the frozen groundstill deaf and mutein the winter’s cold windy blow...Trei scrisori către Péter

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Not abstract existing within obtuse,limned real and sold to popularperiodicals for everyone to skimthe surface,social commentary we lost to esotericindulgences, Caligula rebornto preside over a modern bacchanaliaof forget, escape the confinesand problems, critique from distantmushrooms eatenbecause of instructions written neatlywith black ink on white paper.

Thursday, 12 November 2009

I am feeding on sunshineand fading moon light,pouring my poems into bottles of wineand later find them on the bottom

I walk;I lick the morning mist fromthe street-cars and dream about theirdesire

most of the times I am lazy likeSunday morning,and at some other times I pace acrossthe projects and the gutters of the citywhere all the stars of the world blazedfor the first time

but

where are you right now Allen G. to showme how to smoke joint or roar Ommmmm;where are you dwelling Robert F. to teachme how to shake hands with the big wigs;where are you Ezra P. to find out how notto go mad or speechless or old or dead;where are you smiling Robinson J.?I know-with your sun and eagles and loneliness.

I will trynot to be like youwhen right now I don’t look even like myself.You wrote the right wordsand I will drink this bottle right nowwithout thinking of you for the restof the day.

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Beneath the open air tents, vegetables tempt likepenny candy or beckoning bins of polishedstones, five dollars a bag. They glow in shades of want - small hand want, desire confused with need.Want to hold those circus hues crying, Sweet! Want toheft the weight, to possess. Want to envelop insweaty palm, the disco ball gobstoppers, gummybears bejeweled, the agates and the humming ribs oftiger-eyes, burnished sight of malachite. Even then,it was never about nourishment or need, buta rodent crusade to have those lovely things.Even then. Even now.

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